We Beat The Streets Novels & Stories

My men were the best killers but they were pigs, papers everywhere. I pulled my hat over my head, scratches over my face and all I could think about was how I would ruin Lethu’s wedding pictures. It was nothing a make-up artist couldn’t hide, I hoped. We walked out into the dead of night, boots kissing the floor, marching to our car. The streets were bright from the street light and beyond it’s light so many dangers stood. It was not a place for the weak, a city that never sleeps. We got into the car just as Ramen sent code back.

We are headed towards the center of peril. Evening falls As we walked silently through the shadows, the city streets were devoid of people. I guided the tiny team consisting of Jaxon, Celeste, and four skilled fighters. The rest stayed back at the factory to guard our headquarters, prepared to retaliate in the event of another assault.

“Show him what he could have had if he had been a fucking decent person instead of the loser he is. And then crush him.” I chuckle, grinning up at him. “I like the crushing part.” *** Beatrice parks her car in the parking lot, and we get out to walk along the sparsely illuminated paths. Crossing the street, we reach an industrial area on neutral territory. “God, my feet are killing me,” Beatrice groans, stopping to pull at the strap of her high heel. I snicker, turning around, continuing to walk backwards. “Just another few meters, babes. Hang in there.”

he said simply, handing me a gun. The journey to Lorenzo's compound was a blur of adrenaline and rage. The streets of New York were a canvas of shadows and neon, the city's heartbeat pulsating through the car's windows. We were a convoy of darkness, a formidable force closing in on our prey. The compound loomed ahead, a fortress of concrete and steel, surrounded by a wall that seemed to taunt us with its impenetrability. But we had a plan, and we had the element of surprise.

I said as I saw them gaining on us once more. My car gracefully turned the corner, barely avoiding a pedestrian who was crossing the road. I recognized them as the Outfit Bastards. Without a moment's hesitation, I accelerated down the busy downtown streets, zigzagging through the traffic. They chased me relentlessly, but I was confident in my driving skills. Newspaper boxes were crushed underneath my wheels, and pedestrians had to quickly move out of my way. But nothing could stop me, and I continued to speed ahead, leaving them behind in my dust.

On busy streets and in public squares, the screens flickered to life, displaying headlines and damning evidence against the Beast. As the information went live, a wave of shock and outrage swept through the city. Pedestrians stopped in their tracks, drivers pulled over to read the screens, and people crowded around the displays, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and anger. The news quickly spread like wildfire, reaching not only the citizens of Connecticut but also the nation at large. The Beast's criminal empire was exposed for all to see, and the authorities could no longer turn a blind eye. The team members watched the chaos unfold on the streets, knowing that they had set in motio

“Of course, champ. But only if you behave.” As we stepped outside, the crisp air hit my face, invigorating and sobering at once. The streets were already buzzing with life, neighbors chatting, cars humming past, people going about their daily routines, completely oblivious to the undercurrents of power, tension, and forbidden attraction that shaped my world.

I whispered, my voice cracking. Gunshots erupted all around us, echoing through the metal walls. Nathan's team fought back hard, with sharp, practiced moves as they pushed the thugs away. Adrian moved like a storm, fierce and furious, taking down anyone who tried to reach me or Leo. The smell of smoke filled the room, and the air grew thick with dust as crates shattered under the shots.

Every word was a whip-lash against Viggo's soul. "She is my long-lost treasure," Aldric continued. "And you threw that treasure away like trash." He stood over Viggo, looking down at him. "This is your only warning. Dawnlight City is not for you. Any attempt to approach Nyxia or her unborn pups will be considered an act of war against the entire Southern collective." Viggo wanted to argue, but in front of this legendary Alpha, all his power and status meant nothing. "You think your Blackridge pack is strong?" Aldric sneered. "Before me, your entire pack is nothing but insects. If you dare harm a single hair on my daughter's head again, I will wipe your pack from existence."

We took the back door. I brought a baseball bat while he had the pry bar I had found before. I thought the bat was a better weapon for me—longer reach, for one thing. We waited, watching through the gap until we found an opening, then charged at every sicko nearby. I struck their sides and legs to keep them from moving, while Mark struck their brains out. We already knew hitting them in the head kept them dead. When the path was free, we pressed on through the streets. There was a horde gathered four blocks away. When it seemed they hadn't noticed us, we took the opposite way.